Feng Shan snatched the gloves off the ground and threw them hard at Nash, his eyes wide.
He roared, his face contorted with rage.
"Are you trying to lose your hands? Digging in the snow with your bare hands in this cold... they'll be frozen solid in no time! Get out of the way, and don't piss me off!"
After his outburst, Feng Shan's anger hadn't cooled. He turned to look at Tyson.
In a situation like this, human hands were no match for a tiger's claws. When it came to digging efficiency, Tyson and his pack were the best help they could ask for.
So, Feng Shan pointed at the snow pit and said, "Tyson, you and the others start digging. Right here, just go straight down."
AWOO!
Tyson understood Feng Shan's command. He let out a low growl, signaling the other tigers to come over.
Several tigers quickly gathered, their eyes fixed on the pit. Then they started digging furiously at the snow with their strong, powerful forepaws.
